April 2010
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I just want to say
that I just had two large helpings of fries for dinner. Almost exclusively. Poor finals week eating habits commencing in 3, 2, 1…
Nothing like Unwrapped at two in the morning.
Fuckkkkkk.
Conversations with your parents about financial issues are killer. Especially when, you know, you have no concrete answers because you’re waiting to hear back from three jobs and you may or may not have an apartment and you don’t actually really know your grades and you can’t even try to do the math because you have no numbers, whatsoever.
So it’s late April and I know...
So in this vast sea of shared iTunes libraries, filled with new Animal Collective EPs and Passion Pit remixes, I’m sitting here listening to Augustana and “Halo” on repeat. And liking it.
I think you’re always somewhat attached to the songs you hear over and over in art class. When the future housewives of America weren’t demanding Jack Johnson in high school...
Deactivated my Facebook again.
I want to see if I can stay away for longer than a week.
Also, finals have started. This was a rational decision.
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Everything is in limbo.
Job(s). Apartment. Classes.
Like everything is in reach, but nothing is absolutely sure. It’s frustrating.
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The world needs to stop being so small.
Everyone on this campus knows everyone else, works with everyone else, and has at some point dated everyone else. Or so it seems.
Brb, staying single to avoid mass headache.
It's one thirty and I can't concentrate.
I’d go on a walk, but oh right. I’m in Baltimore.
Suburban Ohio +1. For once.
It's only April.
And yet it seems that the majority of MICA students are already sunburnt.
Aretha Franklin has a song called "Since You've...
Kelly Clarkson really just jacked the grammar.
Used to Be - Beach House
Totally blowing my mind...
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My sister accidentally wrote "strawberry shart...
An excellent typo if there ever was one.
So I just discovered Beach House.
Oh. My. God.
I went and sat on my friend’s roof while wearing cropped leggings, and now my shins are divided evenly in half - the bottoms and my feet are nice and tan, but the tops are still pasty winter white. There’s like a clear division, almost like a line. It looks really great, let me tell you.
So my sister just got back from the Justin Vernon/Bon Iver/St. Vincent show in Cincinnati (that I could have SEEN if I wasn’t on DUTY, but I DIGRESS) and she can only describe it with the word “phenomenal” over and over. Apparently she cried the entire time and physically couldn’t talk because she was so amazed.
And I mean like, yeah. She popped her concert cherry....
I was so close to going home this weekend.
So close. Like my dad found a cheap airplane ticket and everything. And then I remembered I was on duty. When I told my supervisor I was looking for someone to switch with me (whom I didn’t find) he could absolutely not grasp the idea that someone would hop on a plane impromptu to see family. Not enough planning. He’s a big planner.
But my entire network of relatives is at my house...
